Tones and I - Bars (RIP T) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Bars, bars, fire, fire
Tell your girl I won't retire

[Chorus]
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
Aeroplanes, deep massage
Bars, bars, fire, fire
Tell your girl I won't retire
Woo
Here I am
Flyin' down the street like Superman
And I won't do it, but my best friend can
I won't do it, but my best friend can

[Verse 1]
We got them blue jeans, got them at Costco
She hates that blue cheese, but loves Tabasco
But everybody knows that I'm your boss, yo
But everybody knows that I'm the boss, though
You know I'm gonna write the words, I'm gonna play the strings
And don't forget, I still fuckin' sing
Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king
Even on the street, I was a fuckin' king

[Chorus]
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
Aeroplanes, deep massage
Bars, bars, fire, fire
Tell your girl I won't retire

[Verse 2]
Woo-hoo
Tokyo, drifting down the street in my sleek Volvo
Winding down my window, I let everybody know
That I bought this car with my papa's dough
Yeah, my best friend, don't need a wine glass
They love the goon sack, up here it's all class
But everybody knows that they can shake their ass
But everybody knows that they can shake their ass

[Chorus]
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
Aeroplanes, deep massage
Bars, bars, fire, fire
Tell your girl I won't retire

[Verse 3]
I've got a feeling I'll be fine
Left it all behind
In the house up in the hill that I once called mine
Left the keys in the van from '69
To the motherfucking madhouse
(King T vibes)
I got bitches
Bitches
Bitches
And I got

[Chorus]
I got bars, bars, fuckin' cars
Aeroplanes, deep massage
Bars, bars, fire, fire
Tell your girl I won't retire
Woo
Here I am
Flyin' down the street like Superman
And I won't do it, but my best friend can
I won't do it, but my best friend can

[Outro]
RIP to the BOG
Footy MVP
Yeah, the big King T
We'll miss you so much
We love you, T